We used the Underground to get around London a lot on our most recent trip. I find it unnerving. The New York City subway and the Paris Metro don’t faze me in the least, but there’s something about the deep descents and the constant crush of commuters pressing always to the left instead of the right that make me uneasy in the Tube. There are so many stops and so many ways to get lost. And Teddy seemed so small and precious as I clutched his hands while we dashed through tunnels teeming with people and rode down dizzying escalators.
I’d rather ride the bus when it comes right down to it, even if it means sorting out which roads are closed for construction as so many of them are while London gets ready for the 20212 Olympics.
Come to think of it, I most preferred riding a bicycle. Maybe that’s how I’ll get around the next time I’m in London.
But even if riding the Underground isn’t my favorite activity, like everyone else, I find the iconography irresistible, from the tiled walls to that bold red circles to the charming and sometimes mystifying stop names (Tooting Bec anyone?). This photo was snapped at our “home” Tube stop, which was right up the street from the apartment we rented.